Justin Timberlake Thinks This Headline Is Lame

In his new movie, Friends with Benefits, the singer-dancer-actor adds a new gig: GQ editor. Unsurprisingly, he had a few suggestions about how to improve this piece

You'll probably never get to experience the simultaneous swelling of pride and body insecurity that comes from watching Justin Timberlake play you in a movie. Unless of course you're Sean Parker. Or, well, us. In this month's sex comedy Friends with Benefits, Timberlake nails the role of a GQ editor, not to mention Mila Kunis. Repeatedly.

The pride goes without explanation: Justin Timberlake! Dressed to the nines! Switching out a Very Serious Story on global warming in favor of a piece titled "How to Wear White Pants at a Cookout" during business hours and then falling into bed with Kunis's high-powered headhunter come night. The singer turned thespian spent a day at GQ HQ getting a feel for his character's extremely important job. "It was great just getting to walk around and see what everyone does," he says. "I feel like we did a pretty good job of making the movie office feel like a real office, close to what you guys have there." Yeah. About that… In the film, GQ's offices are filled with deep mahogany furniture, glass walls, and bespectacled gazelles carrying important-looking files. Reality: We have workaday cubicles, sad lighting, and we're 7's, tops. Behold the magic
of movies!

Fortunately, the clothes start hitting the floor minutes into Friends with Benefits, soon after Kunis recruits Timberlake to move cross-country for the GQ gig.

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Sticklers might call their hump sessions plain ol' casual sex, since, well, they weren't actually friends beforehand. But it's silly to get hung up on semantics when there are so many shots of Kunis flouncing around in her undies. Fair warning, though: Mila's skin show is G-rated next to the screen time dedicated to Timberlake's bare ass. His nether cheeks make two full-moon cameos, and each time it's like a stone tablet from the Hollywood gods commanding well-padded moviegoers: Get thee to a gym. Which is what Timberlake did to get his butt in scene-stealing shape. "I'm not going to lie—there were some extra squats," he says. But no waxing? No tanning? No buffing? "I'm not very hairy," he says. And then, laughing: "You know you're asking me about my ass right now?" Yep. "Just wanted to make sure."

As it happens, there's a downside to Timberlake's new gig as a movie star and budding exhibitionist: Those Internet rumors about JT getting back into a recording studio are just that. "A new album? I have a new photo album I just put pictures in," Timberlake teases. But it's been five years! "To be honest with you, I don't feel any rush to do anything anymore. I certainly don't want to disappoint, but also, making music shouldn't be subject to a timeline. Or at least it's not for me." Very well. Please excuse us while we cry a river.